You Have Now Been Warned (Call Me Daddy)

Yeah, third time's the charm bitch
Yeah

I killed tomorrow yesterday, so today I made time stop
Plug this thug’s mouth before the slug in his nine shot
Ya mind rots when I let my lines drop
The only time you spit hard is when you rock the shine box
Keep scrubbin’, pluggin’ your sluts ass to bust fast
During sixty-nine she rocked your nuts as a mustache
Rush past thoughts, thinking back on new ideas
This rhyme is ?, I’ll free it in my future years
Saluting beers, to queer bashing got me laughing
Just finished the Jager and I still can’t find that aspirin
Smashing my skull into the wall to help this headache
Dreams of boiling blood, drowning fakes in the red lake
The bed breaks every time I have to wake to that one
Eyes reflect the fire of the place I just got back from
Relax son, you know I can’t unjust get amped
These cats couldn’t shine if I used their skin to shave my lamp
Fuck a champ, bring your camp I’ll kill your crew
Stack up all your clones and stand on hills of you
An iller view, I made mountains out of molehills
Shit is out of whack, you can be ill and still have no skill
So Coal kills every fucking beat I get to flow on
While you’re draggin’ balls like a legless version of Gohan
I shoot full tar proton cannons like I’m Voltron
Keep the drawer not locked with ? plus the ?
So hold on, as we maneuver through the maelstrom
The razor-wing falcon make my crown out of mountains
Sip from Death’s fountain, counting life is not an option
Your style’s so fucking weak you could get knocked out shadow boxing
Spit the lethal toxin, concoction of deadly action
Maybe you think you’re rapping, you’re just snacks to feed the Kraken
Claiming crazy reaction but we’ve never seen that happen
The only nut you been should’ve been rubbed out on a napkin

(Hook x2)
You have, now been warned
Jump the fuck off the stage when my fam perform
We write graffiti ‘till dawn, the peace treaty's been torn
When I say that it’s on, believe me it’s on

Get with the program, I batter more heads than fucking Konan
And rip your city down worse than Godzilla and Rodan
Style so damn ill, I favor no man
John Jacobs, third leg as if I’m Toejam
Run a dirt scam, fuck y’all, I don’t need no fans
Battling Coal’s like slap boxing and having no hands
No plans, who is objective, stay selective
Keep this hip-hop shit well protected, my words effective
And still reflective through this life and all perspectives
Looking through the retrospective of the thoughts I have collected
Mad emcees neglected, you get ejected faster than a Spice Girl track on cassette disk
I bet this, ain’t the first time you’ve been warned
Jump the fuck off the stage when my fam perform
We write graffiti ‘till dawn, the peace treaty's been torn
When I say that it’s on, believe me it’s on
Storm with a swarm of locusts
Ferocious hypnosis got your third eye out of focus
One of the dopest rhyming vocalists, I broke my fist from choking this mic
Smoking this high type of thug, dug his graveset at night
Flight of the Navigator, the aviator of the flavor
Black Ops infiltrator, greater metal gear crusader
Blasting space invaders with my subatomic lasers
Quantum phasers burning through undercover blazers
My ox razor cut closer than Mach 3 shavers
I rock crowds while you herbs are jocking ravers

(Hook x2)
You have, now been warned
Jump the fuck off the stage when my fam perform
We write graffiti ‘till dawn, the peace treaty's been torn
When I say that it’s on, believe me it’s on